The statue is tiny, I doubt that you’d see it, but it’s no less
important for that.
It’s an insect, resplentant in top hat and tails and inscribed to
Nathaniel Gnat.
He departed this world, umbrella well furled, when his coat got caught
up in some trees.
A strange way to die for a gnat who could tie a cravat with such elegant
ease.
Some witnesses said, though he fell on his head, he could have been
saved by his hat.
But smart to the last, and although falling fast, he removed it in case
it went flat.
So in praise of his style, with smartness of tile, we find when when to
impressed,
we tend to apply, and now you know why, the expression he’s Nattily
Dressed.